To Heal Poignancy ■ TECH - The Bad Batch ■

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She did not allow him out of her sight. If she left the room, he left the room. If she had a senate meeting, he would be there too. She even had them sleep in the same room. She was not taking any chances. She truly did not trust that Doctor. He gave her a bad feeling. She wouldn't put it past him to pluck Crosshair out of his bed in the middle of the night.

Crosshair was always in her line of sight.

They were in her office when she received a message. It was a confirmation and coordinates for where to meet in the next rotation.

"I have it," she announced to him.

He looked up at her from the couch. "Have what?"

Mayday had been the name of another clone. Crates had been stolen from the base, so Mayday and Crosshair were sent to retrieve them. The crates were filled with armor for the clones' replacements. An avalanche occurred, and they were stuck the whole night. Mayday was gravely injured. Crosshair carried him back to base to receive medical treatment, only to have Lieutenant Nolan refuse to "waste resources" on the clone. As a result, Mayday died.

Adla wanted to scoff. So she was right, the lieutenant did deserve what happened to him. Crosshair had been pushed to his breaking point and Nolan had been a selfish, arrogant prick.

Crosshair crossed over to her. He looked down at the message she received.

"Tomorrow, here is the location where you will be extracted."

The sniper raised an eyebrow. "Me? Just me?"

She nodded before she went back to work.

"They will know you let me go," he frowned, he clearly did not think she could get away with his sudden disappearance.

She shrugged her shoulders mindlessly. "I'll think of something."

Crosshair sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Klenn." The frustration grew on his face. "You can't just talk your way out of this one."

A sense of deja vu washed over her. She thought of the conversation with Bel Iblis from a few weeks ago. She had told Bel Iblis that their problems couldn't be solved by having a conversation all of the time, and yet she thought all she needed to do to get away with her scheme was talk. She released her own sigh.

"I know," she said quietly, "but don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Drag my name through the mud if you have to, I don't care. These people mean nothing to me anymore," his face scrunched as he recollected the disgust that now grew in the pit of his stomach at the thought of the Empire.

Oh how quickly loyalty could change. He finally opened his eyes. For someone who has enhanced vision, it sure did take him a while to realize and see what the Empire truly was.

"I don't want to, though."

"Klenn, you have to survive this too. By any means. You're not getting away from us that easily," Crosshair snarked. A smirk accompanied the end of his sentence.

Both were silent for a few moments. Adla swiveled in her chair to face the early night sky, searching the stars, deep in thought. "What if you punched me later to make your escape look more believable?"

Crosshair exasperatedly threw his arms up into the air.

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Crosshair managed to make a swift and easy exit. Adla gave him the location of the hangar he was to meet Rex and Echo. His face had briefly flickered in surprise to hear that Echo left the Bad Batch before he masked it once more. She had also told him that he could get her old room as long as he didn't laugh at it, whatever that meant.